Adventures of an Aviatrix, in which a pilot travels the skies and the treacherous career path of Canadian commercial aviation, gaining knowledge and experience without losing her step, her licence, or her sense of humour.

Saturday, June 18, 2005

Weasel

Someone sent me a page out of a newspaper, and as I took it out of the envelope I thought I was busted. There was a full-page article on the short-tailed weasel, a burrowing mammal local to my correspondant's area. Its fur is brown in the summer and white in the winter, so it would make a poor pet. No matter what colour furniture and carpets you had, you wouldn't be able to hide the shedding in spring AND fall. Then I turned the page over to discover the article I had been intended to read. It was about an airline pilot who is probably also white in the winter and brown in the summer, like many caucasian Canadians.